Cosigned into Oblivion

By Rebecca Emerick 

cw: cadaver


She is bone now 

lying in some field 

who knows where; 

no milk carton photos 

helped her; 

her blue cotton dress 

faded grey and tattered; 

grass grows between her toes;

wild poppies poke up 

between her rib bones; 

a coyote ate her liver no doubt

and probably her heart; 

where her beautiful 

green eyes shone with

laughter is now the entrance

to the lacy home of a 

funnel web spider 


a fairly distance nightmare                                  time does what it wants to us